Pretty from the Back

By Sharon A. White

I wanted to write poetry to express my hidden fears, my love for family and friends, and to show me growing as a woman of color. My perspective of life has made my poetry joyful with laughter and with life disillusion to have a inner strength about love loss, love gain, love hurt and how to love each other opens the door for everyone to walk in enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491813003

Sharon A. White

I grow up in Gary Indians with my parents Mr. & Mrs. Richard, Irma Jean White, My father passed away February of 1999. He worked as Barber in his own Barbershop, my Mother was a housewife. I have four brother they names start with the letter R , Richard., Ronald, Reginald, Roderick, one sister Sheila both our names start with S When my grandfather passed away my father bought home his library of books let's of Bible's and Religions books .he had this one book I wanted The Power Of Positive Thinking By Norman Vincent Peale .Even as a teenager I knew this book was important. I tried to read the book and realize I wasn' t ready ,I was only a teenage years later I realize the power of this book, I still have the book .I was reading Richard Wright, Langston Hughes, Gwendolyn Books ,James Baldwin and the Black Panther newspaper trying to understand the why of racialism. My mother wouldn't buy me a Barbie , when I was a little girl I would ask all the time on my birthday at Xmas , No was always the answer .No Barbie One day was all she would said, I will tell you why. So I began to ask why, can't I have a Barbie everyone else has a Barbie, please. Years later she gives me her unique insight into my body and soul, “That’s Not the Image I Wanted for my Little Girl” Don’t that image for my little black girl. You needed to love your blackness first, and not let the outside world make you think less of your Beauty. That is why you never had a Barbie!! I wanted you to believe in your own Beauty first. I wanted to show you how to love yourself first After that I thought my Mother was the smarties woman in the world .She knew how to see herself as a Beautiful Black Woman .As for Barbie I laugh whenever I see one. I graduated from West Side High School "73 I Attended Trinidad State College, Trinidad Colorado Edgewood College, Madison Wis I 'am divorce, one son Gavin L. Burr two grandchildren three step grandchildren

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Published by AuthorHouse 11/23/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4918-1302-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-1301-0 (hc)

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CONTENTS

White Footprints

Big Footprints

It’s My Heart

Definition of Vickie

My BOY

Echoes of Romance

Five Dollar Man

How Long

To Mom

Sarah’s Unicorn

That Pigeon Toe Girl

All About Me

My Golden Dream

Taste of Honey

Used To

Hope, Gratitude, Love

Never Understood

End in Tears

Hate

Sibling

Best Love

I Wanted To Be

Sorbet

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On The Edge

Invisible Wounded

Tic-Tac-Toe

My Soul to Keep

To My Little Friend J

Sharon 1, 2, 3

my grand Lucille

In the Rain

In My Reality

My Life

Hide your Cheeks

Freaking Kidding me, Right

Love Borrowed

God not Man

Rainy Days Vow

Sweet Monkey Love

I Want it Back

Tree Love

Chocolate Girl

Do You Know

Under my Breath

Honey Pot

My life as a Smelly Cat

Talking Tennis

Beautiful Smile

Shadow Man

Sweet Marmalade

Memories and Ego

Too Old for Fun

My Mom Sister Burnette

Why Me, Why Me, Why Me

God Letter

It Told Me SO

I Felt

Color Me Love

Wrong Love

Granny Love

My Brother New classmate the White Girl

God Days

My Other Girl

Two-Five Ford Lane

My Grand Annie Bell

Colored Girl Can you Help Me

I Rather

Leading Man

Spirit Voice

Rooftop Garden

Don’T You See Me Crying Here

It Starts From Home

Popsicle Orange Jumpsuit

Can You, Do You

I Kissed a white Guy

She thought, I thought

Absolute Show

I Miss

He Belong to Another

I Hate Snow

Paper Umbrella

Wild Winds

Passion Flees

Rumbling Spirit

Why, Why, Why

My Brothers

Pandora Knocked on the Wrong Door Today

Pretty from the Back

About the Author

For Mom and all the Women in my Family

and my granddaughter Kaliyah

Special thanks to my Family and Sister friends for your encouragement

Sheila L.White, Lorell Pitts Johnson, Victoria White Chears,

Gavin L. Burr, Sharon Christmas, Reginald White, Richard White, Ronald White, Roderick White, Pauline Ford Springfield,

Kevin Taylor, Sandra Wetzman

Special thanks to Kayla

White Footprints

I see white footprints in my dreams

I see footprints in my dreams!

They’re WERE BIG white footprints

Should I be scared?

Or should I say

Thank you,

Thank you…

Thank you…

Big Footprints

I saw white footprints in my dream

I felt a lightness of heart

I felt the warmth of his arms carrying me

   From within

They were big footprints

Shades of grey illuminant… . my dream

I felt silence like I never felt before

   From within

I saw white footprints in my dream

They were big footprints

I felt at peace,

I felt at peace

I felt whole

I felt loved

I feel GOD

I saw white footprints in my dream!

And now I see this Golden Glow

My bone says

THANK YOU,

It’s My Heart

It’s the wanting that hurts the most

It’s the silence that makes the wound bleed

It’s not your touch that burns

It’s the wanting

It’s the love that you marinade into my soul

It’s the love I want to marinade back to yours

It’s not your touch that burns

It’s the wanting

It’s my heart… . that yearns the loudest

It’s the wanting

It’s the wanting

Definition of Vickie

Life’s circle of sadness

Has wrapped itself

Around my heart

I must